Darkness cries and pulls me in and there I see her face.
From tortured eyes stream reddened tears that spread like bloody lace.
Her cloudy fingers strangle light, she beckons with her screams.
I slowly step into her gloom and suddenly it seems
all effort in my motion desists like in a trance.
I reach to her, she takes my hand to start her lonely dance.
Her grip is warm but icy and there is no need for strength.
I don't move but still I dance she breaths my every breath.
Her cloaks, her cloaks, her blessed cloaks, they ripple into black.
I accept her perfect dark; there is no turning back.
It floods my mind and captivates my every living thought;
her bitter darkness, precious blood her eyes so iron wrought.
Utter terror seems as peace, her bitter face relief.
She wails her horror at the light. I hear in disbelief.
There's nothing else now, only her. Her cloaks burst into flame.
They're flames of darkness scathing heat as them, there's none the same,
darker than the deepest black. The fire began to rise.
The flames licked upwards reaching out to touch my staring eyes.
I clutched at her, her hands were gone she stood in front of me.
The flames licked up around her and she screamed her victory.
Her creature rose above my head and singed my inner soul.
I heard her laugh, I saw her tears then I was there alone.
Her demon stayed to burn my heart it's hunger couldn't sate,
and i am left in living hell to burn in bitter hate.
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